No more violence (No more violence) No more silence (No more silence) One, two, three, four We won't take it anymore One, two, three, four We won't take
gold or duck and cover cos you're the first they'll pick you see on me it's taken it's toll If you think we live for violence you're wrong it's wrong
go back again You policed again killed it all I can't wait for violence If you're open handed You'll still lie in my face I can't wait for violence
drama, my karma My love my life, dear drama The war's I've fought, scars that I've garnered The hustle, I got that honest from my father Mix me with violence
, my karma my love my life, dear drama the war's I've fought, scars that I've garnered the hustle, I got that honest from my father mix me with violence
? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots The more you
Luther's "dream", to Hitler's psycho rage What's more powerful, the brain or a twelve gauge? The words I speak have scared many people to this stage But promote violence
get respect And that's why I guess my feelings will have to show How can you hide somethin' that's in your soul? 'Cause there's more to the L O C Than all the violence
time But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time I'm tryin' to save my community But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me They don't care about violence
And I'm a leave on one more note One more motherfuckin note It's like this... Look at him [Drake:] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I
no more robberies Mi live at ease Mi bun these weed leaves from these trees Tattoos pon mi dirty Tees Mi name in di breeze Violence mi cease Moschino
follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's
think it all comes so easy But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more
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Banana niggaz need to split Quit fucking with this, thorough Atlanta click This here is Slum Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more
to cause confusion All wrapped up in our own illusions When will there be a time to love We have time to conquer nations Time for oil exploration Hatred, violence
how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood, mixed with One fifty-one, one sip'll make a **** flip Writin' names on my ****** ****, plottin' **** Mad violence
The black and cold reminds me Of all the distance we have crossed And if your darkness blinds me I could never be more lost But I'm not the one who seeks
